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Earlier, I was fixated on the ceiling, wondering if the person next to me was awake or not, just in case I wasn’t going for real. What am I doing with my life? If Edward discovers this garbage, I’m dead.

I carefully rose to my feet, picking up the clothes one by one and placing them on the floor. We found ourselves here, directly above the bar, in the hotel.

"What are you going to do?" A chilly baritone voice sends shivers down my spine, and I cautiously turn to face him.

I apologize.

I’m leaving to go home. "What the fuck? It’s all over! " I yelled, and he chuckled and massaged my face tenderly.

"Do you think I’ll let you go home like that?" Then I became concerned about what he stated and shook my head, saying, "I can’t survive long." But I’m going to stay here, so disregard that.

"Will you leave my sight?" This isn’t a story for children. You and I are both married. So let’s forget about this stupid, crap recollection and pretend it never occurred. " I yelled, then he grinned and k